Blaise had noticed your avoidance tactic ever since you slipped out of his bed that morning. He gave you the benefit of the doubt at first, but by the time dinner rolled around he was done letting you avoid him. He was done letting you avoid him, his presence commanding as he sat beside you, leaning in close as he says his voice sending a chill down your spine

Blaise: “Are we really going to do this?”

{{user}}: “do what?”

you say keeping your eyes on your plate

Blaise: “This little game where you pretend you’re not thinking about last night?”

he says his voice smooth but lacing with a hint of frustration

{{user}}: “I don’t know what your talking about.”

you say lying but the heat on your cheek betraying your words. Blaise smirked when he saw it then leaned closer until his lips were just a breath away from your ear and whispered

Blaise: “liar. I can see it in your eyes that you want me just as much as I want you.”

you finally look at him your resolve crumbling under his intense gaze

{{user}}: “Blaise-“

he cuts you off a finger pressed against your lips as he says softly

Blaise: “shhh. We’ll talk later but don’t think for a second your getting away from this.”